The Reed's Note

I've got clothes that I own and I wear them fine
in water color and the shine of dawn cutting
a heavy stitch across my trousers
lowers my brow and hand full of flowers
level with the eye and glock embedded waist line
style bred of a violet horizon and violence
that only I have been the shark to witness
I recognize zen then as a pad of sound second nature
thirsty for the drink as a grape vine for the nurturing
via that which I know and what with a wonder
I could bereave the closing iris of day across egos chimera
and let away to the riviera 3 degrees off point of peninsula
perhaps describing one hot toke the penetration of a lung
the last rung sung from cottonmouths basest shelf the herbalists breathe the sun dodgers cleft chin split the stars and the reflection of the moon light off the sea's spite off my two eyes are the only halves that are left
the 2 litre coke bottom bursting like a parachute spent spread as a chemical's intent is well meant I'm only gaining speed and addicted to this shit but it's presence maintains pertinence in the wings of my you staring back at me from the fractaling ferns fingering the crevices between clouds
the past we lost track of we could only have once found open enough to have been right here right now shortly in the future while behind us we were blood hounds sniffing out the suture sewn shut at the end of our snouts
nostrils withheld hidden hues of the purples and oranges and green rusted doors hinges we followed by sight alone since choices I suppose find me with zero decibels worth of smell but in the modest hints of light glint off the might like a shadow of the teeth in my now extra mouth

that is the momentum of the note of the reed devoid of the never think this is what I seek a peace is the permanence a predicate of the seed wounder songs will fail to contaminate the hex and vibe the words and what I mean

the sun is all ways setting

concrete only bleeds when you pour a sip of OE on the street
for sensing the similar selves of me I become even as deceased

but no don't weep
the reed's note lingers on
the wolves and the sleep
meet where poltergeists digest rhythm
the apex of the sky
my one holy moment
palms pressing between solar systems
infinity has frozen